Morning

Cold breath of dawn, calm light, waking world,
How often have you been overlooked?
How many have felt your indiscriminate glow
And moist coolness, and wanted more?
How often have I sought other than you,
Yearned that you should find me in someone’s arms,
Or searched you on the westward horizon?
Yet here I am and accept it as beautiful
That I should stand in this green glow
Before your bellows heat the yellow embers.
Here, alone, but in love, between the stars of night
And the azure matchstick lit slowly by morning,
Unsure myself the process will not reverse
So that morning should fall again to night.

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